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Just realized I have long had a kind of mental mixtape of Alfred Noyes’s “The Highwayman” and Walter De La Mare’s “The Listeners.” This is disturbing as I always supposed myself to have a good memory.

The mixtape begins “The road was a ribbon of moonlight/ Toss’d upon cloudy seas” and ends ” ‘Tell them I came and no one answered/ That I kept my word, he said.’ ”

But today I reread the Alfred Noyes because it was the selection for the Poem-a-Day e-mail. It’s completely different from what I remembered. It’s all about a fair maiden [spoiler alert!] shooting herself to warn her highwayman lover that the red coats have baited a trap.

“The Listeners” is closer to what I remember teaching to a sixth grade class at Swarthmore-Rutledge Union Elementary School.

This is how “The Highwayman” really goes:

“The wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees,
“The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas,
“The road was a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor …”

Close, but no cigar.

“The Listeners” does have the line about keeping his word, but it is not at the end.

I think maybe the poems really should go together. I could make up a whole new version. That would not be so different from, say, creating a medley of show tunes, in which songs are put together in a way that brings new interpretations to the surface.

What do you think? Have you ever made a poetry mixtape?

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I should check the weather report more often.

Today was the second time this week I woke up, looked out the window, and was surprised to see snow. I bundled up and went for my walk around 5. The snowplow drivers probably thought I was in the way of their serious business, but the snowplows themselves seemed to rejoice that they were finally getting some exercise.

Today is the right day to reprint this from the poem-a-day listserv of Poets.org.

Winter
by Walter De La Mare

And the robin flew
Into the air, the air,
The white mist through;
And small and rare
The night-frost fell
Into the calm and misty dell.

And the dusk gathered low,
And the silver moon and stars
On the frozen snow
Drew taper bars,
Kindled winking fires
In the hooded briers.

And the sprawling Bear
Growled deep in the sky;
And Orion’s hair
Streamed sparkling by:
But the North sighed low,
“Snow, snow, more snow!”

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